Lyrics:
hit
Leave a nigga at a funeral cryin' with no bitch
Some Thug Lord shit nigga shoot up ya coffin
Niggas cross game get murdered by bosses
Cost's yo
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
of night made me colder
Running from the cops looking over my shoulder's
Wanting to get caught man so this could be over
Feeling like I was hades up a hill
You say I’m so far fetch, but you the bitch I’m just saying bro
I done set the stu on fire, no more hiding no more laying low
I gotta get up out this
Ay, nigga pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just ciph you know what I'm sayin'?
Ciph,
glow up on a house on a hill
i can handle an old lady on a roger bringin me down
i've seen yellow stripes in the middle of the road
but ones never quit
these motherfuckers that want to run up on the Hill
(Step off!) You know why?
This shit is all about boo-yaa ('Cause I said step off!)
This is
these motherfuckers that want to run up on the Hill
(Step off!) You know why?
This shit is all about boo-yaa ('Cause I said step off!)
This is
your
Hands up you aint heard
Take off that badge and go a
Round with a field nigga
Shoot off my crown I'm
Held down by them real niggaz
Talk like this
Boutta hang them niggas tryna lynch me
This ain’t hang man nigga where’s the racial equality?
But I’m mad at my brothers that just don’t understand the key
like lynch that cracker
Whoa Fatty Puss, calm down, or they gon kill you damn
Look, I just finished chilling with this weird old man
He said some shit
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
watch out
Surrounded by gangstas & dropouts
Y’all internet gangstas y’all not out
Trap 24/7 no clock out
Beat down the pack like a knockout
We strapped
Turning mountains into hills
Stumbling like you're wearing high heels
Take this and you'll learn how a parasite feels
I don't feel my goosebumps forming
its up and downs
But we riding through towns with upside down frowns
I wanna thank everyone who made this happen
Without you this would've been bad I
up when the phone rings
They were killed by Samara
My friend Paul was killed by this kid's doll, named Chucky
But compared to what happened to Claire
beat it up raw
Hustle hustle come through and i didn't turn it down
Now im gated on a hill don't turn to fast you might drown
Never been a fisherman
stacking climbed hills to the mountain
Count it up count it up don't lose count
Weigh it up stack it up what's the amount
Fingers still working i'ont need no
Living for the love of things
And I know the man above
Looking down and is too ashamed, but empty space will makes you insane
Trinna make a capital hill
Uh
on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One works down by the coast
One had two kids but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
hit
Leave a nigga at a funeral cryin with no bitch
Some Thug Lord shit nigga shoot up ya coffin
Niggas cross game get murdered by bosses
Cost's yo
me
This sin is so ugly now I see
Humiliated, violated and hung him on a tree
And they come draggin' one of the boys down
Out of the jail, took him
scatter 'cross the hills, Lord lordy
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills
Well John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was
I got locked down to the barrel
When I chew up this Judas influence seducing
Chorus:
It's getting easy to see that we inhale live in fire
They giving
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